Someday when I am gone
There may be a picture of me on some wall
I will be remembered one last time
Then the memory of me will fade into the abyss after me...

To my dear dear friends who left early, last year
Leaving behind, some old school tales of childhood days
To all the giggling & jokes
Whispering in school corridors and sharing of notes
Cycling in the heat of summer or riding the moped in the rain
Of many memories that I will cherish, some will remain

Jasbir, my bench mate, sharing the yummy paratha & pickle, at lunch break 
the rustling of your dupatta and your famous dance to, "Bindiya Chamkegi"
Oh dear Shaija! Where do I start? 
From the dimples in your cheeks, your brave fight with cancer, 
your silly jokes or your contagious laugh
Shy Shubh, such a soft spoken sweet heart
your simplicity, smile, biology diagrams, your poems or art

So many questions for the maker above
So many thoughts for the bereaved loved ones
Your unexplained early demise taught me to heed
From the depths, to re-surface, swim and breathe
To live each day as it were the last... 
To seek new adventures & explore unknown paths
To live, laugh & with humbleness pray
Filled with gratitude at the end of each day
Happy to be and just smile & wave
 
For creating memories, to all my class, school & old friends
Stay blessed where ever you are
Sending you hugs with a prayer in my heart
And a wicked smile on my face
Thinking of the party that we will rock
When I finally join you upstairs...

In memory of classmates from school, Jasbir, Shaija, Shubhalakshmi (Bilaspur, Madhya Pradesh) and Suganya (Kothari's Chennai, India)